"Where brilliance is good and madness is better..."
Helovia Info
Helovia opened in February 2012! We are an active fantasy equine RPG
Where once the world narrowed into naught but gray dust and desolation, the gods called for life. Wielding the elements of fire and light, dark and wind, earth and water, spark and time, they have created Helovia. The realm is set within the mythical globe of Loorien, a planet rich with all variety of creatures and blessed with all manner of magic. Originally populated by nomadic, tribal characters, they've since grown into massive empires saturated with culture and history. Separated into four distinct segments of Helovia, called "The Regions," each band of horse strong enough and capable enough, took up the power and responsibility of leadership. Unicorns, old, wise and mysterious, took to the north, hidden in forests of mists and shadows and rarely making themselves known beyond their cliffs of the World's Edge. Equines, vast, organized and militaristic, split into two, one group went north to the Windtossed Foothills and the other group went south to the Dragon's Throat. Pegasus remained nomadic, making their homes in various parts of The Wilds in a migratory manner. For many generations, the land was peaceful and calm, but peace was never the way of the gods. With a clash of argument, war and bloodshed massacred Helovia, and in the aftermath, the realm was eerily quiet. Now, as newcomers sweep into this land, they are met with the lingering bitterness of the gods and the struggle to reclaim what was lost. Nothing remains safe or certain while sorcerers and soldiers alike brood and bide their time for revenge, honor and glory.
Site Wide Plots
Kaos :: The Beginning of the End ☼ - 6/2017 - Kaos placed Helovia in a time-bubble for a short period of time, but the Helovian gods are fighting back. But Kaos is powerful- far more powerful than anyone thought. This may be the beginning of the end of Helovia as we know it.
Kisamoa :: A New Kind of Kaos ☼ - 3/2017 - Kisamoa asks Helovians to help him restore the Spectral Marsh. Which side will you choose?
Invasions :: All Out War ☼ - 5/2/16 - New layout and the brand new invasion rules are up! Thank you for your patience and we look forward to getting started with this new adventure.
The Rift :: Gods Do Die ☼ - 8/2015 - Helovia Gods are saving the Rift from corrupt gods! Can Helovians band together against these foreign deities?
The Literal Ship ☼ - 2/8/15 - Oh no! You have to pair up for Valentine's day!
Sky Island :: Murder ☼ - 10/25/14 - Vesta has been found dead on the island, and the gods have called to you to solve the murder!
Sky Island :: Peace ☼ - 7/7/14 - An island has appeared in the sky! Clouds carry Helovians from the Veins to the sky.
Restoration :: We Welcome the Dawn ☼ - 9/21/13 - The sun has finally risen on this day, giving the land new light, but the Time God and the Sun God have yet to be seen.
Endless Night :: Broken Magic Plot ☼ - 8/30/13 - The earth god has returned and is walking across Helovia to heal the land. Every area can now be considered lush and prosperous, but the sun has still not risen.
☼ - 7/19/13 - The moon has risen in the sky, heralding the return of the Goddess of the moon. Lamp trees which light the paths have grown brighter, moon flowers which grow in dark places have begun to grow and prosper and the world is brighter, filled with a new hope.
Endless Night :: Dead Magic Plot ☼ - 6/22/13 - The gods of Helovia, in order to protect the world, have disappeared into the rift, leaving the world sunless, moonless and magic-less in their absence. Only the herdlands have a source of light, but lamp-trees with glowing leaves and branches sporadically line the popular roads and paths from place to place.
Doppleganger Plot ☼ - 6/20/13 - The God of Time is still struggling to close the rift though which the dopplegangers have come. He has requested that his brothers and sister assist in closing this hole, but without knowing why it opened, the task is proving difficult. Magic still remains faulty and hard to control, but the herdlands continue to be places of refuge for those who are fortunate enough to call these lands home.
ORANGEMOON cools off the lands with a a viscious force. Colder than normal, a sign of things to come during Frostfall, Helovia is bathed in a rich tropical lushness - albiet a cold one. The coastlines of the Dragon's Throat are pelted constantly by tidal waves, and the desert climate is humid but chilly. Ice begins to form early in the Aurora Basin leaving the winding trails slick and dangerous. The mists of the World's Edge coat everything in a glistening crystalline shine which encourages mould to grow everywhere. The Spectral Marsh is the only area which remains fertile, blissfully temperature and lush.
Cotm
Character of the Month for
June, 2017
WEAVER, Corporal of the Aurora Basin, is a relatively recent addition to Helovia and has taken it by storm. Branded with the seal of Death on her chest, intrigue and interest follow both her past and present. Though she is assuredly beautiful, her sometimes sharp personality reveals that there is more to this uni-peg hybrid than meets the eye. Proving herself able on the battlefield in the Basin’s warrior ranks, we can’t wait to see her test her mettle against the looming Kaos happenings! Congratulations!
Helovia RPG was created by Tamme and Blu and coded by Tamme also known as Schwartze. All coding, palettes and imagery are copyrighted to the website and are not for use outside of Helovia. Thank you to our ServerMaster for hosting Helovia. A special thanks goes to Neo for all of her coding help and fixing Tamme's errors, Boom, for her loyal service and creation of the Time God, and to Ali for her consistent contributions and dedication.
comets fell from the sky,
I took your breath, you took my sorrow
He can feel his cowardice chasing him down like braying hellhounds, scenting his blood and running the trail behind him. It’s almost as intense an emotion as the guilt he feels as his hind hooves strike against skin, muscle, and sinew. It reverberates up his hind legs, the strike pushing him farther forward onto his bad leg until he’s jerking and stumbling as he flees. She is huge and intimidating in her half-blooded godliness, but he hears her wheeze and capitulate beneath his own formidable power nonetheless. It echoes in his ears, drives him stumbling in the sand and surf away from her, wondering if she’d forgive him should he simply refuse to stop running. How he had escaped unscathed so far wasn’t something floating around inside his brain, in that moment. His emotions were too volatile, too close to the surface to reason against or fight through. Instead he flees, trying not to wonder whether the sound of her pained wheeze would haunt him like Resplendence’s screams still did.
Even as he contemplates his cowardly escape, he instinctively tucks his right wing against his sides, not wanting to obscure his peripheral vision. The delicate bones invert towards the shelter behind his shoulder as if sentient, the reminder of Bronze’s attack and the feeling of hooves smashing down upon them from the Time God battle making him far more leery than normal. Everything is warring inside him; self-hatred for his cowardice, despair over hurting Isopia, determination to win to prove to himself that maybe he wasn’t as broken and useless as he thought. It’s wiped away by the sound of sucking, shushing hoofbeats, wonders in some odd half-space in his head whether Isopia hates fighting in sand as much as he does. Only when he feels sand spray up against his hind right leg does he realize that she’s pursuing him for a reason, and his twisting emotions are his downfall. They take up too much space inside Kaj’s head, buzzing like angry hornets, and he reacts too slow once he finally realizes that, hey you big idiot, you’re still fighting. He falters, hooves skidding in the sand, what little momentum he has mustered dying out as he tries to swing his front half to the left, give her less space to land her attack. It doesn’t work as well as he’d hoped, his injured leg incapable of that kind of speed and agility any longer.
As fire soaks through the muscles of his left shoulder, Kaj sees the blur of her death-marked face and knows he can’t avoid her. The thought is barely done forming when she strikes, and maybe with another opponent it would have been less painful but she is as powerful (more, perhaps, if he allows his already wounded pride to admit it) and her attack is far more painful than any other. Her horns slice up the meat of his right hindquarter, kissing the top of his hip like a scalding brand before jerking free, deep enough for blood and with enough of a punch from her power to bruise. His reaction is immediate, warping around the pain and how it draws him back screaming and kicking into the past where pain meant you had to strike or die. Forehooves dig into the forgiving sand, neck arching and head tucking as he keeps his hindquarters low, hoping she’s still moving with how his shoulder had stalled his own attempts at speed. They strike out, skin pulling and blood oozing sluggishly from the dull, painful scrapes as he kicks at the joint of her left hind leg. It’s Resplendence all over again, but he’s back in that hellish black and white world of kill or be killed. Falls into the muted silence like a body into a grave, too tired to fight his own emotions. Kaj welcomes the embrace of familiarity as his hind hooves touch down once more, uses his strong, functioning right foreleg to spin himself to the right towards where he hopes Isopia is, teeth glinting in the afternoon sunlight. There is no block and parry here, where he cowers defeated and tired in the silence of his mind, hiding behind instinct and bloodied memories.
Instead he lunges for her, teeth aiming for the meaty flesh of the left side of her crest, throwing all of his formidable weight to the right to try and slam into the bone of her left wing. If it lands, he hopes it will scrape his teeth down the width of her neck, each action planned for maximum effect in his hindbrain. He’d held to his sanity and morality the entire fight, but he is weak. Kaj is a coward, and he knows it as he lets his mind go blank.
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This sucks and I’m sorry but I wanted it up before finals haha